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Jan 23
There is fire in the sky, the
green mountain frames a
landscape of contradiction.

Alert now, here there, birds
must fly behind the hot winds.
The sounds abound over the
landscape.Β Β It was 4:00 of a
June afternoon. You called

to stop my journey. TheΒ Β warmth
of a June afternoon lay like silt
on the place where we made love
only yesterday.

Goodbye to the birds and beasts
who sadly left home for the
last time.

I will remember the heat, the
touch, and the memory of
before ever you touched

my hair.

Caroline Shank
Written for a contest with a plume of fire rising up
Caroline Shank
Written by
Caroline Shank  76/F/Wisconsin
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